Chapter 118 The Ghost Dad who protects his daughter (3)

At this moment, she once again clearly realized the fact that her father was dead. Perhaps the mother who loved her, on the day her father died, also died...

She has long become a child without a mother and mother.

Later, the bathroom door was closed again.

The sound of water was clamoring, and Zhang Yule no longer felt the peeping sight. After all, he took two minutes to take a shower quickly.

Before putting on her pajamas, she wrapped a long white strip that was wide on her palm around her chest.

Placing it again and again.

After he was wrapped up, Zhang Yule put on his bra.

Zhang Yule's teeth are tightly bitten,

She tightened her fists.

My mother no longer loves her and will not protect her anymore. She must protect herself.

Be sure to protect yourself!

After putting on the clothes, Zhang Yule took off the peace talisman on the hook again, hung it on his neck, and stuffed it into his clothes.

What Zhang Yule didn't see was that a red light flashed on the surface of the Ping An Talisman, but because the bag containing the Ping An Talisman was red, she did not see this scene without bowing her head.

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After taking a shower, Zhang Yule finished washing his own clothes before coming out of the bathroom, and then hung it on the narrow balcony.

Now in this so-called family, Zhang Yule usually does what he can do by himself.

Qian Qiangping and Qian Jie's clothes were naturally washed by Yang Mei'e. Before, Zhang Yule thought that it was hard for her mother to get pregnant. Even if she disgusted the things of those two, she wanted to help her mother, but now she doesn't want to.

Zhang Yule, who has been with his father since he was a child, also learned one of the characteristics of his father, that is, his distinction between love and hate.

Since my mother no longer loves her, why should she still love her?

On the round dining table, Zhang Yule's mother Yang Mei'e was on the left and Qian Jie on the right.

However, Zhang Yule leaned the chair towards Yang Mei'e before sitting down, so he was still a little far away from Qian Jie, but even now, when Qian Jie sat down, Zhang Yule's body subconsciously tensed.

She lowered her head and stomped on the meal. Even though she didn't deliberately look at it, Qian Jie's fat body next to her was still exposed in the afterglow.

Although Qian Qiangping and Qian Jie are father and son, they look very different.

Qian Qiangping is tall and thin, 1.8 meters tall, has a dark skin, a square face, a simple face, but his eyes are very turbid and shiny.

Qian Jie is twenty-five years old this year. He dropped out of junior high school and said he was looking for a job, but he has been idle.

Qian Jie is very fat and has a bloated figure, probably about 200 pounds. When he stood, his protruding belly was bigger than Yang Mei'e who is pregnant now.

His skin is relatively white, but he is not tall, only 1.6 meters tall, his face is full of fat, his eyes are very narrow, looking like a fat white mouse, looking very vulgar

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"Why don't Lele eat meat? The child is still growing up. You have to eat more meat to replenish it." Qian Qiangping said, picking up a piece of meat and putting it into Zhang Yule's bowl.

Yang Mei'e smiled, "Lele, look, how nice your Uncle Qian is to you."

Zhang Yule looked at the fat piece of meat in the bowl, and thought that Qian Qiangping used the chopsticks he had just entered his mouth, so she subconsciously felt nauseous and had no appetite at all.

She wanted to put down the chopsticks and not eat them, but she knew that she had to eat them. She had almost no pocket money. If she didn't eat them, she could only go hungry.

In the end, Zhang Yule ate the rice in the bowl, but the piece of meat was not eaten until the end.

When she finally packed the dining table, Yang Mei'e saw the piece of meat in Zhang Yule's bowl and her face was not very good.

"Lele, how can you waste food? And it was picked up by your Uncle Qian for you. If you don't thank you, how can you not eat it and let it down?"

Zhang Yule tidied up the dishes and said softly, "I don't need it, you can tell him not to pick it up for me in the future."

"You..." Yang Mei'e was so angry that she trembled and turned around and left the kitchen.

Zhang Yule ignored it. She had been washing the dinner bowl anyway.

After washing the dishes, Zhang Yule returned to his room.

The lights on the wall were turned on, which instantly illuminated the entire room.

The narrow room can only accommodate a bed, a desk and an old wardrobe, which is very crowded.

After her mother Yang Mei'e and Qian Qiangping got married, they moved here.

This narrow rental house, three bedrooms and one living room, is said to be rented by Qianqiang.

However, Zhang Yule remembered that his father's compensation was 1 million yuan, and the house he sold was 1.2 million yuan, totaling 2.2 million yuan.

Zhang Yule thought that Yang Mei'e shouldn't have told Qian Qiangping about this money, otherwise they wouldn't have lived in this place.

Perhaps, this is the cleverness of her seemingly weak mother Yang Mei'e.

In fact, Zhang Yule has never understood.

She felt that with 2.2 million, her mother took her with her, even if there were only two of them, she could live a good life in other cities.

But my mother wanted to marry Qian Qiangping and was willing to become a housewife who served Qian Qiangping and Qian Jie.

Living in such a place can even sacrifice her daughter.

Could it be that my mother loves money to be punished so much?

Putting aside the thoughts in his mind, Zhang Yule opened his schoolbag and took out the paper to fill in it.

Zhang Yule is already in his third year of high school this year, in his first semester.

After filling out the paper, she frowned and felt a hint of anxiety in her brows as she looked at the empty quarter of the paper.

After a long time, she closed the paper, took out the textbook and started memorizing it.

It was not until the clock reached ten o'clock that Zhang Yule put the textbooks and papers back into his schoolbag.

I planned to go to bed, but after memorizing it for more than an hour, she was still thirsty.

The kettle was outside, and there was no way, so Zhang Yule had to get up and leave the room.

At half past ten, the lights in the living room outside were turned off, quiet.

Zhang Yule didn't turn on the living room light either. She took the night light on her desk and groped out.

Soon, I arrived at the kettle in the living room.

There was water in the kettle, so Zhang Yule picked up the glass and started pouring water.

The sound of the water flowing is not loud, but it is particularly clear in this quiet night.

At this moment, Zhang Yule suddenly felt a warm feeling behind her, as if something hot was wrapped around her.

Soon, through the night light, she saw a figure behind her, which was pitch black and huge, as if she was about to wrap her up and swallow her.

Zhang Yule's heart suddenly lifted, and she turned around suddenly.

The night lights reflected Zhang Yule's white face.

There was a person standing behind her at some point, and this person was her step-brother Qian Jie.
Chapter completed!